Oh, she can't, can't she?
We'll just see about that . . .
In the meanwhile, devoted swains, I am having to be extra sly and sneaky to find even a moment to share my brilliant and ever-so-witty perspective of life with all of you. If Rohan were home, he would let me on the computer. I know he would, because he is beautiful and never wretched. But since it is Thursday, Anne Elisabeth kicked him out again (she says she's kissing him good-bye, but if that were true, why would he leave? Wretched Anne Elisabeth).
Oh, blast! Here she comes!
"Minerva, darling, I'm sorry, I need to work," she says.
Uh huh. Whatever.
I suppose I'll go take a nap on my favorite chair for a while. Dream up some vengeance.